I dutifully signed up for Juneathon again this year and then saw my running mojo kick me in the nads before taking a holiday somewhere on the other side of the world in Screw You City, right next to HaHaHaHa Town.
The wheels of my running wagon fell off at the end of the Richmond Park Marathon, where the combination of heat and hills ruined my legs to the extent that it took several weeks before I could comfortably run again. This also pounced on my blogging and I am so far behind on all the run reports through the spring marathon training.
This led into Juneathon and I bowed out after the first day. I am back in training now and I am positive that Janathon will be a different kettle of fish.